Ingstram stood up with
suprise. "That heading would put it at Ganymede! Prepare to leave orbit.
We must arrive there before whoever that is does."

The navigator pressed
some buttons on his console and the course was prepared. "The MegaStar
SuperScreamer Drive will be engaged in 45 seconds," he said.

"Perfect,"
said Ingstram.

As the MSSSD was
warming up, he took the opurtunity to strap himself in. He would'nt want any
uneccessary injuries.

20 seconds later, the
Fashigal arrived in Ganymede's orbit. Ingstram ordered all construction
personnell to the transport shuttles. He was going to have this base finished
as soon as possible. "I have a hunch," he mumbled as he left the
bridge.

He headed for Taft's
quarters. He wanted to see how his liason was handling all this new
responsibility. "And how are we doing, Mr. Taft? Good, I hope. I have a
hunch that your bubba Iffley is on his way."

"So what,"
said Taft, idignantly.

"You should have
more respect for your family, Taft. He could get you out of this, you
now."

"Yes, he could,
but since he found out about our brotherhood he hasn't been real happy with
me."

"Ah, I
see."

At this time, there
came a message over the intercom: "All personell: Man your
battlestations. Unidentified spacecraft entering our sector. This is not a
drill."

Ingstram hurried out
mumbling something about how excited his crew got at nothing.

When he arrived on the
bridge, Ingstram knew immediately what all the hubbub was about. Iffley had
finally arrived. "Excellent," he said in satisfaction. "Contact
his ship and inform him that I wish to speak to him face to face concerning a
certain family member that I have."

"Aye, aye,
sir."

Soon, a meeting was
arranged. It would be held on the Fashigal simply because that was more to the
liking of everyone involved.

In the meeting hall,
Ingstram and Taft were seated at a large table when Iffley came bursting into
the room.

"I demand that
you release my brother or else."

Ingstram replied with
the customary "or else what" and Iffley immediately used the Scepter
to transform the banquet table into a rather large jelly donut.

When Ingstram saw
this, he realized that this man could mean business. With that in mind, he
decided to show a little muscle himself. From the ends of the gold spikes on
his knuckles came forth a silk-like thread and engulfed Taft's head.

"Mmmrmrmrruurrmmrrurururmm,"
said Taft.

Ingstram spoke:
"Suralio Frith Iffley, I have deiced to reconsider my orginal plans and
have come to the conclusion that I am in no need of a liason to Earth.
Therefore, for your brother's realease, all you must do is aquire a Key and
bring it to me."

"Nonsense,"
said Iffley.

"If you feel that
way sir, I will have to keep your brother here until you change your
mind."

With that, Ingstram
whirled around and left the room. Taft was still attached to his knuckles, so
naturally he followed.

This left Iffley in a
state of complete shock. He had never seen anyone as cocky and self righteous
before in his life. All he wanted to do now was retrieve his brother.